You know what I mean.
You replicate the moon,
when someone dies for a cause
at the edge of light
between life and death.
Why in every voice
you appear. Blood sucking has
started. Vectors were ready to strike.
Earth was not my home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You replicate the moon, when someone dies for a cause....This poem is very brilliantly and excellently penned.